My New Year's eve included a bonfire. Meat, Tents to sleep in. Camping chairs. Alcohol. Music. The river rapids' noice in the air. Mountains all around. Good friends and good conversations. And finally - rain. Nobody was impressed. We ran for cover and belongings. Finally ending up at another friends' house for the actual NY celebrations. But, I left my best friend behind. Am I a horrible person? I don't know. I, selfishly, didn't want to go into the NY, sitting in a tent, wet. So I left, and she refused to come with us. She stayed there with her boyfriend. I hope she's not mad.